There is no suspense, as soon as the saint makes a move, who can stop it. The young man was captured by King Taizu, who had a crested human body.

"Uttering wild words comes at a price." The Crested Ancestor King said, his expression was extremely cold.

The young man was captured, and before he could even say a word, his body was pinched and exploded by the ancestral king.

Blood-colored mist echoed around the place with screams.

These seven ancestors of the ancient people are very domineering, they can't hold sand in their eyes, and they will be ruthlessly suppressed even in weak struggles

The seven ancestral kings of the Golden Clan carry a monstrous divine might. Very domineering, strong to the end, ignoring many monks, straight into the Yaochi Holy Land.

Tomorrow, the Assembly of All Nations will be officially convened.

The night was long, as if there was no end to it, and a deep despair hung over them. No one could have predicted what would happen in the morning, and it could be a disaster.

How many people can't sleep all night, their faces are haggard and worried, and it is very difficult.

The assembly of all nations was held on the terrace.

Tongtiantai, a very high broken mountain, not a single inch of grass grows, like a big mountain is cut off by the waist, its section is a huge rooftop, vast and boundless.

Legend has it that this is the highest mountain in the Northern Regions, which was cut into the ground by the mother of the Western Emperor, and it is majestic even if it is broken, and it has the atmosphere of the king of the mountain.

It can be used as a martial arts arena or as a meeting square, which can be accommodated no matter how many people come, and is engraved with the West Emperor pattern that accommodates the space.

What is exciting is that there are old monsters in the human race who have proclaimed themselves gods in the ancient period.

After many days of depression, today I can finally raise my eyebrows and exhale again.

Who said that the saints of the human race are dead?

The white-clothed Taoist came from the Holy Land of Shaking Light, surrounded by holy light, making his body blurred.

The sect leader and elders were all silent, and if they wanted to communicate, they were also talking to the gods, and everyone present gathered their own breath, which was the respect for the strong.

"How strong I am to be a human race, to convene a general assembly of all nations. I thought I had some confidence, but what did I see, just rely on you as an old thing? ”

With a cold smile and a ruthless look, the seven ancestral kings arrived and came to the Tongtiantai, looking around with cold eyes, and the corners of their mouths all carried a hint of murderous intent.

"Then what are you, barking as soon as you come up?" The white-clothed Taoist asked rhetorically.

The temperature plummeted, the cold air was pervasive, and the seven ancestral kings gathered, staring at the white-clothed Taoist, their faces were extremely indifferent, and their eyes were as bright as knives.

At the beginning of the Assembly of All Races, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, and a great war could break out at any time.

"People who are dying, don't speak wildly!" An ancestor king provoked.

"Negotiations, ridiculous! Can you be our equal? "The other clan king spoke, very tough, with only one purpose, that is, to fight and kill all the saints of the human race.

"If the emperor comes, are you qualified, I'm afraid it's as far as you can get." The Terran side said angrily.

"Don't talk about the strong, just from the number of people, the huge human race has only one saint, and in the end, it will also pull in the people with decayed blood, what future is there to speak of, how can it be compared with us?" The ancestral king in front of him was clearly about to fight, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Three of the seven ancestral kings were so aggressive, pouring salt on the wounds of the human race, that they had no intention of sitting down and talking.

At this time, the atmosphere on the platform was tense to the extreme, and a big war was about to break out, and it was not a matter of reason to want to talk about peace

"At this point, it is inevitable that if you want to negotiate, you must first play a posture! Come! King Zu snorted coldly and stood in the front row.

The golden ancient clan has a bottomless heritage, and the seven ancestral kings are all wearing holy clothes, and almost all of them are close to the heirloom saint soldiers, and it is quite terrifying to be able to sacrifice to this step!

Since ancient times, there have been many saints, but the heirloom saints left behind are too rare.

No nonsense, only one qualification!

On the platform, a big war broke out, and the white-clothed Taoist fought against the three ancestral kings, and the scene was extremely terrifying. If there is no Western Emperor Formation to cover here, I am afraid that there will be a scene of broken mountains and rivers.

The white-clothed Taoist is very powerful, and one person will not fall behind against three people

But there are too many saints on the side of the ancient clan, and with the fourth ancestor king on the field, the white-clothed Taoist gradually became weaker, and the white-clothed people were stained with blood.

In this situation, the human race present gritted their teeth, eager to go into battle to kill the enemy in person, but their strength was limited, so they could only watch.

One of the seven saints didn't speak, and then he spoke: "We are just one step ahead, and the powerful ancestor king behind us is wiped out by us, what else can we talk about?" ”

The words fell, and the fifth ancestor king entered, pinching the magic seal in his hand and turning the world upside down, becoming the last straw that crushed the camel.

The white-clothed Taoist was blown away, and blood stained the sky!

"Senpai!" The Terrans exclaimed.

"The weak have no right to speak, there is nothing to say in the first place, die!"

The Ancestral King opened his mouth and crossed the void, he wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, use the golden immortal light of the clan's secret technique, and kill the old man in white!

Burst!

The Ancestor King, who was wearing black armor, punched through the chest of the white-clothed Taoist, and blood sprayed, and the blood of the saint with a vicious aura fell on the Ancestor King's armor, bursting with fragments of the law.

The saint's life was extremely tenacious, and even though his chest was pierced, the white-clothed Taoist still did not die.

It's just that this blow is too strong and domineering.

He was pale, apparently suffering from a minor injury.

"Oh? It's quite tenacious, see how long you can hold out. The ancestor king who bathed in the blood of the saint smiled fiercely, like a demon god descending into the world.

He just wants to be strong to the end, this is the order of the Golden Ancient Clan, don't take care of it, squander it to your heart's content.

In such a situation, the Terran side was a little breathless, it was right that their own saints were strong, while the Gu clan side bullied more and less, and beat the white-clothed Taoists and retreated.

Several saints shot at the same time, completely disregarding face.

It's clear that he wants to kill you Terran saints!

When the seven ancestral kings came, they had no intention of negotiating at all, they were obviously just for provocation, and they came specifically for killing.

"Sad for the ancestors of the human race, too many people have died in the darkness and turmoil, otherwise how could the ancient race be so rampant." The old man with white hair sighed repeatedly.

The Terrans were lamenting, sad, and the atmosphere was extremely sluggish, while the Gu Clan was sneering, and some people had even begun to talk about dividing that territory.

On the same rooftop, the atmosphere on both sides is very different.

The Seven Kings made a move, palmed the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, suppressed it without giving any chance, and smashed half of the white-clothed Taoist's body.

The ancestral kings made a joint move, wanting to directly kill their saints in front of the human race.

At this time, the divine bell rang, and an extremely powerful saint came to the roof.

"You ...... The weak clan only has this strength, what are you going to talk to me about? The voice came from the entrance to the rooftop, and there was no face.

The saint-level powerhouse who came is still on the side of the ancient clan!

The Terrans' fledgling hopes were ruthlessly shattered.

"The only interesting thing about this conference is probably to see what is special about the inheritance left by the Western Emperor......

"Xihuang Tower, hehe, it's not bad."

He was like evaluating a trophy, and he didn't have the slightest respect for the Ancient Emperor.

There are saints from the ancient clan, and not only that, but there are also three at the same time!